I went to the party and stayed sober. Had a wonderful time sledding with the kids and the adults while watching fireworks over the frozen lake. I had wonderful, meaningful conversations that I will remember tomorrow and I was present. Even when a little uncomfortable because I’m outside of the hockey mom clique (our son does karate), I was me. I was awkward, genuine me. And I’m so fucking proud of that!
And the best part – my son had so much fun.